Tan yn Llyn

Beth am gynnau tan fel y tan yn Llyn?

(Why not light a fire like the fire in the Llyn?)

Tan, Tan, Tan, Tan

(Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire)

As sung by Plethyn

The lines above are from a song about the Penyberth Fire on 8 Sept 1936. Saunders Lewis, D.J. Williams and the Rev Lewis Valentine set fire to the RAF bombing school in Pen Llyn, in what is now Gwynedd, to draw attention to the crisis in the Welsh language and to highlight their beliefs in pacifism. The men were three of the main figures of Plaid Genedlaethol Cymru (The National Party of Wales), now known as Plaid and were intent on damaging the property of the bombing school.

This action has come to be seen as a significant one in the history of the Welsh language. Opposition to the presence of the bombing school in Pen Llŷn was widespread in Wales at the time. Many objected on pacifist and environmental grounds but for Lewis, Williams and Valentine, the school represented the oppression of the English over the Welsh and the imposition of English warmongering and violence on the peaceful Welsh countryside.

All three were notable members of the Party, but they were frustrated at Plaid Cymru’s failure to act since the RAF had announced their intentions in August 1935 and they therefore decided to take matters into their own hands.

Having confessed their crime at Pwllheli Police Station, Lewis, Williams and Valentine were put on trial at Caernarfon on 13 October 1936. The jury were unable to reach a decision and the trial was transferred to the Old Bailey in London, where the three men were sentenced to nine months in prison.

The ‘Fire in Llŷn’ aroused strong feelings. By the time of the second trial in London, Saunders Lewis had been dismissed by his employers at University College, Swansea.  This, the decision to move the case to London and the judge’s scornful treatment of the case at the Old Bailey angered many in Wales.

Following their release from prison on 27 August 1937, Lewis, Williams and Valentine were greeted at Caernarfon pavilion by a crowd of around 12,000.  Such displays of support were seen across Wales, demonstrating the impact the event had on contemporaries, particularly the Welsh-speaking community.

The fire at Pen Llyn made Saunders, Valentine and Williams three of Wales’ most notable political activists.

 

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Saunders Lewis was an academic at what is now Swansea University. Lewis taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents and when Rhodri Morgan’s father began working at Swansea University, Saunders Lewis was one of his senior colleagues. By the mid-1950s, when Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was a medical student at Liverpool University, he was involved with Plaid and Welsh nationalist activism and had forged links with Irish Nationalists to advance this cause (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades?) It was Dafydd who was on hand to record Saunders Lewis’s 1962 ‘Tynged yr Iaith’ speech, the speech which led to the formation of Cymdeithas yr Iaith (the Welsh Language Society). Like Dafydd, Saunders Lewis was a Liverpool graduate. Saunders Lewis was President of Plaid Cymru, 1926-39.

Saunders Lewis was preceded as President of Plaid by Lewis Valentine, who served as Plaid’s first President, 1926-39. Lewis Valentine was born near Conwy and began studying at UCNW but his studies were curtailed by WWI. Valentine became a Baptist Minister, was involved in the Baptist Church across north Wales and edited the Baptist magazine Seren Gomer, 1951-75. In July 1971, Dafydd gave a wonderful speech to the Annual Meeting of the Welsh Baptist Union in which he told them that learning Bible verses as a child in Welsh could well save someone from ‘a serious moral collapse’ in later life (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). It was years ago that another Empowered Service User observed that Dafydd was the best straight man that he’d ever encountered, although I never worked out who the funny man was, because all the Top Docs who were facilitating the trafficking ring in north Wales played the straight man, they just weren’t as obviously mad as Dafydd, it was Dafydd who always managed to come out with the best lines.

What are the names of your witnesses?’ ‘I’m not going to tell you Dafydd.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because you’ll nobble them.’ ‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’

The witnesses were subsequently found dead.

 

Saunders Lewis was succeeded as President of Plaid by Professor J.E. Daniel, 1939-43; Daniel had previously served as Vice-President, 1931-35. J.E. Daniel was a theologian at the Bala-Bangor Theological College and also a schools inspector for north Wales. Daniel was born in Bangor, went to Friars School in Bangor and then Oxford University. J.E. Daniel was the father of Huw Daniel – the corrupt judge who, like his father, came from north Wales and went to Oxford – who was so looking forward to sending me to prison for a long stretch in 2004 on the basis of the perjury of Alun Davies, an NHS manager, a variety of Angels and others (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

 

Lewis Valentine died in March 1986; Saunders Lewis in Sept 1985; and D.J. Williams in Jan 1970. So Valentine and Lewis, who knew Dafydd and had links with UCNW, were still alive when Brown and I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist and received threats from Top Doctors in return. Gwynne was from Llandudno (near Conwy) himself and died just a few months after Lewis Valentine; they will have known each other. J.E. Daniel died in a road accident in Flintshire in 1962, but Dafydd will have known him and of course knows his bent judge of a son.

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My recent post ‘You Know I’m No Good…’ mapped some of the shenanigans in Plaid at the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry and in the aftermath. I had so much to cover in that blog post that I decided to hold my comments relating to one key Plaid figure on Anglesey over until a later post. I am talking about Ieuan Wyn Jones, who was the Plaid MP for Ynys Mon (Anglesey), 1987-01 and the AM for Ynys Mon, 1999-13. Ieuan Wyn Jones was Deputy FM, 2007-11 and served as the Leader of Plaid, 2000-12.

Ieuan Wyn Jones was forced to resign as Plaid President after Plaid’s poor showing in the Welsh Assembly elections in May 2003. He initially issued defiant statement, stating that ‘I’m a fighter not a quitter’, a statement popularised by Peter Mandelson, another politician who remained silent about the organised abuse/trafficking of vulnerable people, but the Party soon forced him to step down as President.

When Ieuan was first elected as the Plaid MP for Ynys Mon at the General Election in June 1987, it was a case of the General Election of High Stakes as a result of the opposition parties believing that there was everything to play for because of the unpopularity of Thatch. That General Election for me was characterised by Dafydd et al laying careful plans in the weeks before to frame me for a serious crime and then attempting to put their plan into action days after Thatch was returned as PM (see posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’).

Ieuan was the lucky winner on Ynys Mon partially as a result of Keith Best, the previous Tory incumbent, being imprisoned after pursuing unlawful practices regarding his applications for BT shares. Ieuan will have known what Dafydd et al had tried to do to me in the summer of 1987, because until Ieuan was elected, he worked as a solicitor in north Wales and he was friends with the man who was my solicitor at the time and my battles with Dafydd et al were a topic of open discussion in north Wales. Ieaun will have known that by the time that he stood for Ynys Mon, I had already been unlawfully imprisoned twice by the gang, once at Ysbyty Gwynedd and then at Denbigh. When I was living on Ynys Mon…

Ieuan knew that I was far from alone in having been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by the gang, but I was the one who was doing a Masters at a London medical school with a partner who was doing a PhD and we would not shut up about it.

Ieuan knew Dafydd and the gang well; he was born in Denbigh himself and his dad was a Minister of religion. I do not know what denomination Ieuan’s father was, but the Nonconformist Ministers in north Wales all know each other and they knew Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and the gang and what they were doing. Dafydd himself, unbelievably, was a big hit with those right across the religious spectrum in north Wales.

Ieuan studied law at Liverpool Poly and then London. He returned to north Wales and worked as a solicitor in Ruthin, just down the road from Denbigh. Ieuan first stood as a Plaid Parliamentary candidate in Denbigh in the 1974 General Election and again for Denbigh in 1979. Denbigh was a town in which virtually every working person was employed either at the North Wales Hospital or in a business which was dependent upon the hospital. There were a huge number of adults of voting age banged up in the North Wales Hospital but they didn’t have votes. Ieuan was not going to worry about them. When Ieuan stood for the 1979 General Election, Mary Wynch was one of those illegally imprisoned in Denbigh, where she watched the Angels enjoying themselves at the live sex shows which Dafydd encouraged the young patients in his ‘personality disorder unit’ to stage.

Ieuan’s late wife Eirian Llwyd is described as a Welsh artist. Eirian didn’t begin her career as an artist. Eirian used to be an Angel! Eirian was born in Prion, which as well as being a protein particle found in the brain when someone has CJD or BSE, is a village very close to the North Wales Hospital. It is likely that somebody in Eirian’s immediate family worked there; even if they did not, they would have been friendly with people who did and would be well-acquainted with at least some of what was going on.

After nursing in Liverpool between 1969-73, Eirian worked as a midwife at St Asaph Hospital. So Eirian was working with the Top Doctors of north Wales who had collectively got together to ensure that it was virtually impossible for women to access abortions on the NHS, although they were always happy to refer women with money to the private clinics in Chester for one. Eirian will have known that women requesting abortions for mental health reasons were sent to Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd, only to be refused one anyway, because no-one could get an abortion on the NHS in north Wales. See post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’. Eirian will also have known about the kids in care and vulnerable adults in ‘care settings’ becoming pregnant after they had been sexually exploited or raped by those who were caring for them. Eirian will have known about the most goriest aspect of life in north Wales, a whole aspect of existence of which remained completely unspoken.

In 1974, Eirian married Ieuan and was supportive of his political career, colluding with his silence during the years in which he worked as a lawyer as well as a politician. Llwyd was described as a ‘proud nationalist’ and campaigned alongside Cymdeithas yr Iaith (the Welsh Language Society) between the 1960s and 1970s. So Eirian will have known that breaker of glass ceilings who became the first woman to lead Cymdeithas, the Crack of Doom aka Meri Huws.

Meri is an enthusiastic feminist and after graduating from Aberystwyth University, her life of sisterly solidarity during the 1980s involved Meri working as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services alongside the paedophile gang when girls at Ty’r Felin, the children’s home on the Crack of Doom’s patch in Bangor, were being raped, sexually assaulted and beaten by the staff and forced to work as prostitutes (see post ‘Are You Local?’). The boys in Ty’r Felin were being physically and sexually abused as well, as were the boys at Ty Newydd, the home for boys at Bangor which was also run by Gwynedd Social Services. Meri knew the appalling Nefyn and June Dodd, about whom hundreds of complaints were made but who never faced any charges. But then neither did Meri, even in more recent years when she worked at Bangor University and was known to be committing driving offences regularly, everything from drink-driving, to speeding, to using her mobile phone as she speeded along pissed. Some of the officers of the North Wales Police had sex with the kids in care as well as with the social workers who were abusing those kids.

Nefyn Dodd used to boast of being friends with Dafydd.

The Crack of Doom subsequently embarked upon her career of shagging men who were big names in Welsh politics. Her former bedfellows include Alun Pugh, the Labour AM for Clwyd West, 1999-07 and Andrew Davies, the Labour AM for Swansea West, 1999-11 and, it is rumoured, Rhodri. See post ‘People With Energy’. Meri professed to be a Labour Party supporter for many years, but caused conversation when some years ago she was reported in the media to be considering switching her allegiance to Plaid. If Ieuan knew which Plaid Minister Meri was shagging at the time, please could he tell us, because we were certainly curious.

The Crack of Doom probably knows quite a lot about the numerous times that I was arrested by her mates in the North Wales Police at the behest of her former colleagues in the trafficking gang.

 

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Eirian Llwyd, like Meri, was full of Wimmin’s love for her sisters, ‘promoting women’s positions in politics and helped reconfigure Plaid’s constitution in the 1980s to secure women in Plaid’s major committees.’ Along with her charidee work, Llwyd established the Rhyl branch of Women’s Aid in the 1970s/80s. Where once more she kept completely silent about the organised abuse and trafficking of girls and women. Rhyl was where Dafydd’s addicts lived as well, so Eirian will have colluded with the massive drug trade that emanated from Dafydd, as well as with the sexual abuse. It will have been those wimmin with no money in Rhyl who were particularly vulnerable to the no-abortions policy in north Wales and to being led up the garden path by the Top Docs who ummed and aahed and talked to them about abortion being a life-changing decision which should not be taken lightly, so it would be for the best if they went to stay at the North Wales Hospital where they could be ‘assessed’ and ‘helped’ by the experts. Dafydd and the traffickers. Well they couldn’t get more pregnant could they?

It was always a real laugh when the Top Docs and Angels talked to patients about them being Helped. Particularly when Dafydd did so. I witnessed patients who had been treated appallingly, absolutely dreadfully – but because they had received no education after the age of 16, or if they were former kids in care had received no education at all, so they had no idea of how many laws had been broken – receiving lectures from Angels about how they were never going to be able to be Helped if they behaved like this (ie. showed clinical symptoms or even just distress). I hit the jackpot, in 1987, days after the General Election, I got Dafydd, at gone midnight in Bangor Police Station, crashing into my cell, where I was being held illegally of course and telling me ‘I don’t think Denbigh really helped ewe last time’. I told Dafydd that being unlawfully arrested, illegally imprisoned and assaulted by a thug doesn’t usually Help anyone and asked him if he really thought that Denbigh was Helping anyone. Dafydd stood up and said ‘well I am not going to offer ewe any Help tonight, I think ewe should be in prrrison’ and flounced out.

A few hours later – no charges against me yet, but there I was still sitting in a police cell – my solicitor, Ieuan Wyn Jones’s mate, Alwyn Jones, turned up and said ‘they’ve told me that DA’s been to see you, what did he say?’ So I repeated to Alwyn, ‘I think ewe should be in prrrrison’. And Alwyn laughed. But Alwyn didn’t address the many laws which had been broken over the previous 12 hours and neither did he address the subsequent perjury of the gang as they desperately tried to secure a conviction against me. Alwyn did find me an independent expert opinion for the court case which followed – from Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital, Leicester. Earp was one of those who was concealing the trafficking ring in Leicester which included Greville Janner and Frank Beck and was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Earp of course colluded with Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

Since I began writing this blog, I’ve been told that Alwyn had a lovely manner but he was in with Dafydd’s gang 100% – Alwyn’s then wife was a lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council and her father was a police officer with the North Wales Police and a Freemason (see post ‘It’s Just Another Gold Digger’). However, by that time, virtually every Top Doctor in the UK was colluding with Dafydd and the linked gangs, so even if Alwyn had wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to have found a Top Doctor who would not have concealed the crimes of Dafydd’s gang.

There are so many people who should be in prrrison as a result of all this, that HMP Berwyn is never going to have room for them all. However, may I suggest that they prioritise places for the most serious offenders, such as this man:

Ieuan Wyn Jones
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Deputy First Minister for Wales
In office
11 July 2007 – 13 May 2011

 

Yma O Hyd!

As Ieuan’s wife is no longer with us, perhaps Ieuan would like to answer the following questions:

What happened to all the babies of the patients who were banged up in Denbigh after becoming pregnant, or indeed the babies of the girls/women who became pregnant while they were in Denbigh? Were they sold or killed? If they were killed, are they in the grounds of Denbigh or elsewhere?

I know of one Denbigh patient who gave birth at St David’s Hospital in Bangor in the mid-1970s who’s baby was unlawfully removed and given to a family in Cheshire, so whoever was involved in this trade in abducted babies was part of Dafydd’s gang’s regular network.

Who was it in north Wales who performed the illegal abortions and what happened to the women who were harmed or died as a result?

I knew about the private clinic in Chester for the women with sufficient funds, but there was someone in north Wales who was carrying out unlawful abortions on women who knew about the ‘Being Helped By Denbigh’ scam and didn’t fall for it. Amazingly enough for me, I never, ever found out who it was, so there must have been something really, really sordid going on for that to be such a well-kept secret. I imagine that the stakes were high because of the women who died and the chain of corrupt professionals who were then involved with concealing that.

 

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When Ieuan was in politics, his special interests were health and education.

Jane Hutt, another Wimmin’s Champ, may be able to help answer my questions. Jane founded Welsh Wimmin’s Aid and will have been Big Sister to whom Eirian and the Wimmin in Rhyl deferred whenever it looked as though the shit bomb was going to explode.

Jane Hutt, a former social worker and the daughter of a Top Doctor, was Wales’s Minister for Health, 1999-05, under Rhodri as FM. Ieuan Wyn Jones later served as Deputy FM under Rhodri, but Jane had been removed as Health Minister by then, as a result of being utterly hopeless. She was replaced by Top Doctor Brian Gibbons, who also concealed the trafficking gang.

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Jane has been good mates with Rhodri’s family for years. Rhodri’s wife Julie is another Wimmin’s Champ who worked as a social worker.

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Julie’s husband Rhodri used to share a house with the Windbag, when they were nought but Lads enjoying a Few Pints. The Windbag knew what was happening to me at the time of the 1987 General Election as well, he knew Tony Francis when they were at Cardiff University. Tony Francis was the Top Doctor who had rung the police demanding that I should be arrested for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’ days after the Windbag had lost the election anyway.

Cheers! We’re bloody useless and all that toadying to the Top Doctors didn’t even win us the election throughout which we remained silent about Thatcher’s mate Peter Morrison molesting kids in care, because it was Dafydd’s gang who were supplying the kids and we’d been concealing that lot for decades.

 

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Ah well, there was always the next General Election, where they would play exactly the same game. Er – yes…

 

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Days after the April 1992 General Election, someone decided on a Final Solution and witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were invited to a party in a building in Brighton and when the party was underway, someone chucked a firebomb into the building. Five people died. Days later, the man who had allegedly confessed to starting the fire was killed when he was hit by a lorry. A few more people who had been at the party were found dead over the following years. See post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’.

 

In 2001, after the publication of the Waterhouse Report, Eirian Llwyd gave up being a Wimmin’s Champ and took up a new vocation, which was probably very wise, what with Eirian needing to distance herself and Wales needing to show that it was a Land of Cultured People rather than child abusers (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Eirian became an Artist. She graduated at Cardiff Institute, specializing in print. Thereafter she was regularly exhibited in Wales and abroad. Eirian’s success helped co-establish a gallery, The Original Print Place, to promote a number of other Welsh artists.

Llwyd died at Ysbyty Gwynedd in 2014 after a short battle with cancer. In January 2015 it was announced that a Memorial Fund would be set up in her name to provide grants for new Welsh artists that specialize in printmaking.

 

My recent post ‘You Know I’m No Good…’ discussed Sir Anthony Meyer, the Tory MP for Clwyd North West, 1970-92, who in 1983 did battle with the dreadful Beata Brookes, when Beata and her supporters tried to oust Sir Anthony from his seat to enable Beata to succeed Sir Anthony. Beata Brookes was a hard-right Thatcherite, who was a key facilitator of Dafydd’s gang; she had formerly worked as a social worker for Denbighshire County Council and cluttered up many an NHS and Social Services committee in north Wales, as well as charidees for the disabled. Brookes was from a wealthy farming family in north Wales and her male relatives were enthusiastic Freemasons. Her brother held leading roles in the FUW and other organisations concerned with landowning and rural pursuits. Accounts of the Brookes family business interests have a strong whiff of dirty dealings with the local authorities. Brookes served as a Tory MEP, 1979-89 but when she was elderly she gave up with the Tories and joined UKIP. For more details on the deeply unpleasant Beata, see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’.

The all-out war which took place in the Tory Party in the Clwyd North West constituency in 1983 was a wonder to behold, even by the standards of politics in Wales; those involved deserved some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award. Sir Anthony Meyer eventually triumphed, but he had a battle on his hands with rigged ballots, much unpleasantness, appeals to Cecil Parkinson at Conservative Central Office to sort the mess out and legal action.

Clwyd North West is a bit of a hot potato because, as described in previous posts, it covers an area where many of the more senior people who facilitated or concealed Dafydd’s gang lived/live: corrupt police officers/lawyers/Top Docs/senior figures in the local authorities. By 1983, Mary Wynch and her litigation against Dafydd and his accomplices were on their way to the Master Of The Rolls, Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass had rewritten the Mental Health Act and Dafydd’s other mate William Bingley had written the accompanying Code of Practice to reassure the world that It Could Never Happen Again and there were now Safeguards Against Mad Old Doctors. Meanwhile the show had to go on, that trafficking ring needed to stay in business and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was still full of the gang’s victims who were illegally incarcerated in Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon.

Cherie and the Radical Lawyers were busy in London developing their Consciences as their mates sat on the Inner London Borough Councils, the GLC, the ILEA etc developing their careers in the Labour Party and everyone remained schtum as the Inner London Boroughs sent hundreds of kids to the north Wales children’s homes (see post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’)…

 

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I mentioned in previous posts how towards the end of 1993, I wrote to Michael Mansfield and his Radical Conscience regarding what was happening to me at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services. At the time, the London-based media were reporting that a North Wales Police investigation had found ‘no evidence’ to support allegations of a paedophile ring in the region at all, yet alone one being concealed at the highest levels of society. Michael Mansfield wrote me a one line reply thanking me for my letter but made no comment on what had been happening to me. I heard no more. I realised many years later when it dawned on me how huge the collusion with the wrongdoing in north Wales had been, that Michael Mansfield probably got on the phone to his mates the minute that he received my letter to send up the Lefties In Distress flare. Doh! He wouldn’t have even needed to have waited for my letter; I had been given Michael Mansfield’s address by my solicitor in Bangor, Alwyn Jones, after I told him that I was bloody sick of Dafydd et al and that I wanted to let Michael Mansfield know what was happening to people in north Wales.

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Varma was doing a fiddle with the semen supplies as well but I never worked out what it was. She did all that she could not to build up a sufficient supply of sperm donors at St George’s and used the ‘shortage’ of donors as an excuse to buy very expensive semen samples in from one of the private hospitals; I think it was the London Bridge. Or the London Bridge might have been the hospital that Varma fell out with, thus resulting in the order being given to another private hospital. Whichever private hospital was supplying that semen, the bill was being footed by the NHS.

Perhaps someone could also let us know why Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain footed the bill for Deb Everard, an idiot without a degree who couldn’t make it into the lab most days, but who knew about the paedophile ring which Chamberlain and his colleagues were concealing, to attend expensive fertility conferences at which she ingratiated herself to this man:

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Professor Lord Clean knew what was going on at St George’s, so perhaps he can enlighten us:

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YOUR LIFE IN THEIR HANDS

And didn’t I fucking know it, it’s why I’m in hiding

 

 

 

Regular readers will know that I have always been most grateful to Sir Anthony Myers for preventing Beata Brookes from entering the Commons and for his challenge to Thatcher’s leadership in 1989, when he stood as a ‘stalking horse’ against her. He was widely ridiculed at the time and his challenge of course failed, but Sir Anthony did pave the way for the later subsequent successful challenge to Thatch and her departure in Nov 1990, a merciful release for Britain – or so we thought.

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I have now been digging further and as is usually the case, things were much, much worse than I thought and although Sir Anthony’s battles with Beata Brookes and Thatch were much appreciated, the welfare of the victims of the trafficking gang was definitely not one of Sir Anthony’s concerns.

Sir Anthony did have political concerns; he did his best to protect his constituents from Thatcher’s economic policies which were wrecking Wales. Sir Anthony voted against the closure of the Shotton steelworks and he also supported the production of the Airbus A300B, the wings of which were made in his constituency at the British Aerospace factory at Broughton.

Sir Anthony’s other concern was Europe. He was out of step with the Thatcherite contingent of the Tory Party, not only because he was a ‘wet’, but because he was very, very pro-Europe, indeed European integration was his main interest.

By the time that Sir Anthony fought Beata Brookes in 1983, I had not yet encountered the dreadful Gwynne, but I was in the hands of Dr D.G.E. Wood, the GP at the Student Heath Centre at UCNW, who was facilitating the gang from that location. I didn’t know this at the time, but the gang had already targeted me because of me sharing a house in Port Dinorwic with Frank Jones, a man who had grown up in care in north Wales and who was under the control of the gang. They had seen ‘the English girl’ with weird hairstyles coming and going at Frank’s house and had been on my trail. Then, as I described previously, the gang had clocked Brown and me going to the Arts Lab in Birmingham, which had a contingent of gender benders who were regulars. We’d gone to see the film ‘Pink Flamingo’ which the Arts Lab were screening and because it starred Divine, there was a whole load of transvestites out in force that evening. The gang got overexcited at seeing Brown and me there and I am told targeted me.

Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire had strong links with the West Midlands. A great many children in care in the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and people who tried relocating to north Wales to escape the West Midlands branch of the gang found themselves ruthlessly destroyed if they were witnesses to the wrongdoing of the gang. There were/are a great many Brummies in Barmouth, but there was a family from Birmingham in Hen Llandegfan, the village where I used to live on Anglesey, who’s lives were ruined by Dafydd’s gang (see post ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike And A Memory Jogged’).

I didn’t know anything about the paedophile gang when I moved into Frank’s house. Frank had a very difficult life, his house caught fire – it caught fire again at a later date – his dog was shot and he constantly got the sack from jobs without any explanation. I wondered if he had done something or was doing something that I didn’t know about, but it was of course the gang. Every time I asked Frank’s girlfriend or his mates why all these things were happening, they just used to say that people ‘didn’t like him’ because ‘he’d grown up in care’ and he was ‘having a lot of bad luck’. Years later as the gang systematically wrecked the lives of my friends and I, we too were described as having a lot of bad luck and third parties were told that people didn’t like us.

When Brown and I found out about the paedophile gang it all slotted into place, as did something else – Frank’s obsession with porn. I never worked out why Frank had an orientation to porn more like that of a 14 year old boy than an adult man with a partner…

Years later, one day in Llangefni, I bumped into Gwenllian, who had been Frank’s girlfriend when I lodged at his place. We recognised each other and she told me that Frank had gone abroad where his ‘bad luck’ stopped and as far as she knew, he was now leading a happy life. The problem then, I have been told, was that Gwenllian may well have been approached by the gang. Gwenllian was living and working in Llangefni, which at the time – 1999/2000 – was totally controlled by Dafydd’s drug dealers. Dafydd lived about three miles away. I was back living on Anglesey as well at that time, at Malltraeth. One of Dafydd’s drug addicts, who was also a dealer, was the daughter of the man who mowed my lawn and lived in Malltraeth as well. The mental health services were still constantly hassling me and my documents show that behind the scenes they were frantic and desperate to show the world just how dangerous I was. Of course they were, the Waterhouse Report was about to be published.

It was when I was living at Malltraeth that I was threatened and assaulted by some chavs, a case that the police refused to investigate. I was then investigated myself by the DSS for fiddling benefits, which was the result of another carefully planned stitch-up by those we know and love (see post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’).

OK then Top Docs. Chew on this. As I explained in my post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’, when I was accused of fiddling the DSS, I had been told that it was legal for me to work a certain number of hours per week under the therapeutic earnings scheme and that’s what I was doing. I previously mentioned that I was working in the notorious chicken factory at Llangefni, Grampian Meats (usually known by its former name of Chucky Chickens). Not a place that an Angel or a social worker would be seen dead in, after all they’ve been Trained, but as an Empowered Service User with an MSc who knew what those worthless scumbags in the mental health services did to people, I did not run away screaming from others who worked in places like Chucky Chickens. The workers in Grampian Meats of course showed the Spirit of the Blitz, they were all having a hard time and were really friendly. So I found out how many laws were being broken in Grampian Meats. Although I could hardly miss it – because the machines were being run without the appropriate guards on them, workers were constantly getting injured and sometimes quite seriously. This was such a common occurrence that there were notices on the factory floor, with a list of the compensation that workers would be paid if they were injured. And it was not very much. As I remember it was £1000 for losing a finger and DEATH, DEATH, was £10k to your relatives. Totally inadequate, but who working at Grampian Meats could ever have afforded the legal representation necessary to sue the company?

The Top Docs knew what was going on, because accidents at Grampian were so common that there was an injured worker taken to Ysbyty Gwynedd at least every week. Serious injuries as well, the Grampian workers weren’t sensitive flowers like those in the paedophile gang, they didn’t have to go on a Mindfulness retreat at Trigonos every three weeks for a bit of Me Time and they didn’t ring the police if someone said ‘bugger’ in front of them, as Dafydd did when I said bugger. And wanker as well, we mustn’t forget that. Bugger and wanker, according to Dafydd and Bluglass, that meant that I was ‘mentally  abnormal’ and, Bluglass assured Dafydd, I would ‘end in a ward for the criminally insane’, which Dafydd Alun Poe dutifully recorded upon my records was a ‘chilling prediction’.

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I was only at Grampian for about five weeks and sure enough, someone lost a finger when I was there. We used to sit in the canteen on our break and whatever injury had occurred the previous day would be discussed.

 

Some years ago, a member of staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd slipped on a floor. They had a nasty fall but nothing was broken. I was told that the North West Wales NHS Trust coughed up £15 k in compensation. Of course they did, claims from staff were usually settled generously and quickly if the staff concerned reminded the Chief Exec Martin Jones how much wrongdoing at that hospital they knew about.

Another person I know of sued the Arfon Community Mental Health Team for invading his privacy, on the grounds that he was filmed by some CCTV cameras without his consent. He wasn’t an Empowered Service User, his partner was. He was violent towards her, he knew how badly the Arfon CMHT had neglected her and furthermore, before she was incapacitated, she had been a sex worker. Now I wonder who put her up to that? I was told that the wife beater/pimp was the lucky winner of several thousand quid.

Somebody else who hit the jackpot with the NHS in north Wales was the serially sacked Angel, Dee Jones aka Dee Gray (see post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’).

 

 

Like Ysbyty Gwynedd, Grampian Meats was a very ruthless employer, I was told how even senior managers disappeared overnight without explanation. When I was there, I used to clean the office of a senior manager called Hadyn, who was very popular with the workers and used to chat to me as I cleaned his room. I went in one day and someone said ‘oh well Hadyn’s gone now, he was ordered to clear his office yesterday’. Indeed Hadyn had gone, he was never accused of any wrongdoing, he just went. Shortly after, the secretary of the new man who replaced him – a man from London called Dave – started making trivial complaints about my work.

‘It has been drawn to my attention that you did not dust the skirting board yesterday.’

Well no-one needed to draw it to my attention that you were a dim little woman wearing sad clothes who moved in on me the minute that Hadyn was out of the door. It was at the same time that someone from the mental health services told the DSS that I was unlawfully working at Grampian, after Dr Tony Francis told me that he’d OK’d it with the DSS for me to start a part-time job there.

Machines without guards. Workers losing fingers. Laughingly small compensation payments for serious injuries. Managers sacked at a moment’s notice.

What was going on then Mafia?

Perhaps the Top Docs at Ysbyty Gwynedd could tell us why they didn’t draw attention to the constant injuries being incurred by Grampian workers. Or indeed Anglesey County Council, because they knew what was happening at Grampian. I’m sure the man who was both the MP and AM for Ynys Mon at the time did as well:

His special interests were health and education. He was Leader of Plaid while workers at Grampian Meats were losing fingers and while Llangefni and Holyhead were run by Dafydd’s drugs gang.
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‘We didn’t know.’

 

 

So Sir Anthony Meyer slayed the dragon that was Beata Brookes, shortly after the gang had clocked my presence in north Wales and were in hot pursuit. Furthermore, D.G.E. Wood knew that Brown and I were meeting people who had been damaged and abused by the Top Doctors. Whether Sir Anthony had any idea of that I do not know. But when Sir Anthony moved in to take a shot at Thatch in 1989, he definitely would have known about me, because I, Brown and other witnesses were well under attack by then. Our friend Anne Vernon had been killed and our two friends working in the media in London were also under attack from gangsters (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’) .

We were being arrested, threatened and harassed by the Top Doctors and befriended and/or hassled by all these crazy characters whom I have described in previous posts eg. Patricia Margaret Edwards, Naomi Grunfell, Leslie Gore etc, who were undercover MI5/police officers. Those in Somerset who knew what was happening to me were beginning to receive huge sums of money in return for their silence (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), except for my father, who had been ousted from his job in Somerset, relocated to Nottingham and was being worked to death (see post ‘Jennifer’s Diary’) and had been told a la Michael Carr MP (see post ‘News From Sicily’) that he ‘definitely hadn’t had a heart attack’ by the odious Dr Matthews of Nether Stowey, when he most definitely had.

My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ discussed how the career of Janet Mitchell, a female engineer from Somerset with whom I used to play with when we were young, took a sudden upward turn after the Westland Crisis and the subsequent weakening of Thatcher caused by Heseltine resigning from the Cabinet. Janet worked for Westland until she moved onto grander things…

So imagine my surprise when I read that Sir Anthony Meyer was friends with Michael Heseltine and only stood as the stalking horse against Thatch because he expected Tarzan to step in as the REAL candidate. The Sir Anthony who had been so supportive of the British Aerospace factory at Broughton in his constituency and their manufacture of the wings for the Airbus300B.

Tarzan. Who came from Swansea. Who had served as the Tory MP for Tavistock, 1966-74, when Jeremy Thorpe was busy in north Devon inciting the murder of Norman Scott. Or not. As the case may be, as Peter Cook observed. Tarzan who was a leading light in Thatch’s Gov’t, when Sir Peter Morrison was in that Gov’t. Tarzan’s daughter Annabel was at Durham University in the 1980s, when Durham University was full of people who were concealing the gang in the north east which was linked to Dafydd et al, which supplied children and staff to Dafydd’s gang. Annabel might not have noticed if she was a normal student, but she had a father who was desperate to be PM and the whole family were as equally desperate for that to happen as well. Annabel Heseltine became a journo. Furthermore, Anabel likes the world of celebs and parties, she was featuring in gossip columns when she was at Durham, in articles with titles like ‘The Cabinet Ministers’ Beautiful Daughters’ and there would be a photo of a pissed Annabel, wearing a ballgown, at somewhere near floor level because she’d fallen off a piece of furniture.

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Just after Cameron became leader of the Tories, all the old Thatcherites came out of the closet in which they had secreted themselves for years and marvelled over how Dave was going to bring the Tories into a new dawn. One such person to give an interview was Michael Heseltine who chortled away as he remembered his first meeting with Cameron. Cameron was comatose at the time, flat out on Heseltine’s floor after Anabel had held one of those parties for which the Cabinet Ministers’ Beautiful Daughters were famed.

Dwunk! Ho ho, but I’m sure that he’ll be an excellent Pwime Minister.

It wasn’t just booze that your daughter’s chums enjoyed Heseltine, have you forgotten about your colleague Paul Channon’s daughter and the circumstances of her death at the dreaming spires, along with the prison sentences that were subsequently handed down? See post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’

Annabel is not Kate Adie, she is a fashion journalist.

 

In 1984, Durham University gave Professor Eric Sunderland to UCNW as the Principal, because there was such trouble on Sir Charles Evans’s watch at UCNW. The Eric who was a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend, as equally well-camouflaged as Sir Anthony Meyer.

Readers will know that I didn’t realise that Eric Sunderland was in camouflage until recently, but I have been told that Eric knew all about me and that he never forgot the undergrad who wrote to him about Gwynne the lobotomist. I met Eric many years later, when I was doing my PhD, because Professor Sunderland was doing the polite chit-chat and glasses of wine bit with the people who were attending the function that I was at. I am told that Eric found out that it was me whom he had met. That was just before all hell broke out at Bangor University, when the paedophile gang launched a full scale attack on the VC then in post in an attempt to remove him from his position, what with him, his wife and one of his mates having spilt the pints of the paedophile gang. The gang then then really went for the jugular after the VC’s wife died while she was in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at The Walton Centre. See previous posts eg. ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark.’

I know that that the services of Eric Sunderland were definitely being requested to remove Merfyn Jones from his job, although I don’t know what was said to Eric and what he did in response. The person who wanted to seek the assistance of the well-camouflaged one was the retired Head of IT at Bangor University, a man called Terry. Terry was from Anglesey and his dad had been a Top Doctor at the C&A Hospital in Bangor. Furthermore when Terry had worked at UCNW, he had been one of the AUT reps and it was Terry who had defended one of the paedophiles’ friends in the face of disciplinary action after allegations of unfair practice, one Professor Glyn Williams. Glyn Williams was remembered as the most frightful bully who made the lives of certain people utterly miserable. He was the umbrella for Dr Delyth Morris, the corrupt former Gwynedd social worker who bagged a job as an academic at UCNW, a job which she very obviously couldn’t do. I was told that Dr Duckula Morris owed her career and her PhD to Glyn Williams. Like Duckula, Glyn hated English people, particularly those who owned second homes in Gwynedd. Like Duckula, Glyn Williams had a second home in France. See post ‘Badlands’ for more Duckula-related memories.

It was Glyn Williams and Duckula who led the charge against the senior sociologist Graham Day at UCNW in the early 1990s on the basis of allegations of anti-Welsh racism which they knew to be wholly untrue. Dafydd and the gang had been obliged to swing into action because of the North Wales Police investigation into the paedophile gang causing such bad PR for the gang and their accomplices in UCNW (see post ‘Badlands’).

 

You think that Nerys caused you problems Top Doctors, so it was best if no treatment was available for her brain tumour? Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, to quote from Smashie and Nicey’s favourite track.

 

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Avril Wayte is a Consultant Biochemist based at Ysbyty Gwynedd and the Clinical Director for Clinical Biochemistry for Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, responsible for laboratory service delivery on three sites in North Wales. She is a Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists and Chair of the Wales Region Association for Clinical Biochemistry. She is married to Dr Don Wayte, Emeritus Home Office Pathologist, and they have six children. Her main interests are reading and walking, and looking after her family. So that’s why the NHS labs in north Wales are in chaos and have been for years.

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There ain’t nothing like a Dame Esther. To whom I wrote in 1988, supplying full details of the abuses of Dafydd et al at the North Wales Hospital. Esther didn’t reply; she was too busy ignoring the calls to Childline from kids in north Wales, marvelling over suggestively shaped root vegetables and getting those young men with curly hair on ‘That’s Life’ to Ring The Gas Board.

‘First, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones ran a trafficking gang.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. Who said: We’re sorry. This has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones unlawfully arrested and imprisoned Mary Wynch.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. And they said: We’re sorry. This has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones unlawfully arrested and imprisoned Sally Baker.’

So we ran the Gas Board. And they said: ‘We’re sorry. This has nothing to do with us.’

Then Dr Dafydd Alun Jones tried to bribe Sally, when Brown was listening to the call.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, this has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then someone tried to kill Sally, having already killed Anne.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, this has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then someone tried to kill Brown.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, this has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then someone tried to kill Brown’s brother.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, but this has absolutely nothing to do with us.’

 

Could any of this possibly have been to do with this man, rather than the Gas Board?

 

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Now… Cyril:

Would that be Smith or Fletcher?

 

‘That’s Life’ in the mid-1980s might have been interested to know that on Anglesey, there was a connection between the Gas Board and Dafydd’s gang. When my friends and I lived in our shared house at Hen Llandegfan, there was a rather unpleasant family who lived in a sizeable ostentatious bungaloid behind us. Both the parents were NHS administrators for Gwynedd Health Authority. I don’t know what their names were, but they worked at the addresses which appeared at the top of the letters which Gwynedd Health Authority used to send me, refusing to investigate my complaints or release my medical records. The documents extracted by my lawyers many years later also have those addresses on, but are far, far more incriminating, detailing serious crime. One of the addresses was Eryldon, which was a Gwynedd Health Authority building in Caernarfon and the other was Preswylfa, a Gwynedd Health Authority building in Bangor.

The two NHS administrators drove expensive but boring cars and never mentioned a word to us about my battles with the NHS, but they became more and more hostile to everyone in our house, so much so that my house mates started wondering why our neighbours were so horrible. The pen pushers of the paedophile gang had a young adult son who worked for the Gas Board who was a total wanker, who used to drive very dangerously around Anglesey, as well as a younger teenager, Susan. There was one hell of a mushroom cloud when it transpired that Susan was pregnant and either hadn’t realised or hadn’t felt able to tell anyone. Susan was a school girl and she won’t have had the money for the private abortion clinic at Chester. Susan was growing a very visible bump and it eventually dawned on Mr and Mrs Pen Pusher what the situation was and for the last months of her pregnancy Susan was placed in purdah and wasn’t seen again until she was pushing the baby around the village.

It was grim and sad and not how someone should be treated when pregnant and it was more like 1955 than 1984, but that was the sodding Top Doctors for you. At least Susan wasn’t sent to Denbigh to be Helped by Dafydd, Mr and Mrs Pen Pusher weren’t going to let that happen, that was for Other People.

Mr and Mrs Pen Pusher were living next door to us because our house was a former vicarage and our landlords had built bungaloids over the extensive vicarage garden and then flogged them off. I always liked our landlords and I haven’t seen them for years, but yes, I’ve been told that the gang went after them. They would have been vulnerable to being threatened, blackmailed or bribed, because they were an Anglesey family and their elderly frail parents lived next door to us, while our landlords worked in the Middle East as academics.

Dr Gwilym Parry-Jones, the father of the family, had previously been a physics lecturer at UCNW and his wife Jean had taught at Bangor Technical College, which she freely admitted was a terrible institution. It became Coleg Menai in about 1986 and was ‘refurbished’ but because the paedophiles’ friends were still managing the place, there was of course no improvement and the local teenagers began an exodus to other colleges.

The Parry-Jones’s had four children. David went to school at Rydal and then I think went to UCNW to do a degree; Gwen went to Penrhos College, did physics at Manchester and then got a job at Wylfa, the nuclear power station on Anglesey. Gwen received massive UK-wide publicity at one point because she went on a round the world yacht race and I think that Wylfa sponsored her.

How were they persuaded to do that then Dafydd?

The two younger children, Adrian and Arthur, went to Rugby School. Adrian did medicine and now features on  Manchester University’s website, which tells us that:

Dr Adrian Parry-Jones is an NIHR Clinician Scientist and Senior Lecturer in Vascular Neurology in the Division of Cardiovascular Sciences and is an Honorary Consultant Neurologist at the Greater Manchester Comprehensive Stroke Centre, Salford Royal NHS Foundation Trust.

Adrian trained in Medicine at the University of Manchester and undertook clinical training in the North West and London. He was awarded an MRC Clinical Research Training Fellowship to undertake his PhD investigating the role of brain temperature in interleukin-1 mediated ischaemic brain injury. He completed his training in Neurology and Stroke Medicine in the North West and in Melbourne, Australia and commenced his current NIHR Clinician Scientist Award in March 2015.

Tony and Sadie Francis, who assisted Dafydd in facilitating the trafficking gang, both worked as Top Doctors at Manchester University and Sadie is a Manchester graduate. Adrian Parry-Jones was training/qualifying as a Top Doctor during the Waterhouse Inquiry. At Manchester, Adrian is part of the Lydia Becker Institute of Immunology and Inflammation, which includes a Centre funded by Wellcome.

 

The village in which we lived, Llandegfan, was a popular spot for Top Docs. D.G.E. Wood lived there, as did the corrupt Terry Maxwell, the Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd and the Drs Francis didn’t live a million miles away either.

 

With that lot breaking out across north Wales, there was no way that Sir Anthony Meyer would not have got wind of it all. Particularly as Sir Anthony was a member of the security services.

Sir Anthony was the son of Sir Frank Meyer, who was the Tory MP for Great Yarmouth and the Vice-Chair of De Beers. Sir Anthony’s grandfather was Sir Carl Meyers, who worked for Rothschilds and later for De Beers and was the Governor of the National Bank of Egypt. Sir Carl was given his baronetcy for his huge donations to found a National Theatre in Britain.

Sir Anthony went to Eton – like his father and grandfather before him – and inherited the baronetcy at the age of 15, when his father died in a hunting accident. Sir Anthony spent a year at New College, Oxford, but withdrew. After serving in WWII he joined the Treasury and worked mostly on winding up the affairs of the Polish Gov’t in exile in London. Sir Anthony once observed that the greater part of his work had consisted of visiting Polish people in mental asylums. So Sir Anthony knew who were in asylums during the middle years of the 20th century and he knew that it wasn’t only people who were hopelessly mad.

There was a Polish community in north Wales. I met one the older members in the Hergest Unit in about 2001. The Hergest whistleblower and his colleague – who was forced out of her job before he was – discovered that this elderly Polish lady was not ‘mentally ill’, although she’d been sectioned. She had simply spent her whole life in the Polish home at Pwhelli and couldn’t speak English. Her distress at not being able to communicate with a Top Doctor had resulted in her being sectioned. That wasn’t a one off either. At about the same time, the Hergest hosted an elderly French lady who couldn’t speak English. There she was surrounded by Angels who were shouting at her to stop being so nasty to them ooh and she has long finger nails as well, she might scratch us, so we’ll cut them. She hadn’t ‘scratched’ anyone, she was an 80 year old lady and no-one could speak the same language as she did. Well one person could chat to her when he was on duty – the Hergest whistleblower. He is half French and is fluent, so he sat down and chatted away to her. She didn’t scratch him either, but no doubt the potential scratching of Angels had already been recorded as a Violent Attack on an Angel by a Dangerous Patient.

Whenever the North West Wales NHS Trust received a complaint from an Empowered Service User, Martin Jones, the Chief Exec, would invariably send a reply in which the complainant was told that they had had been ‘threatening and aggressive’. Martin used this phrase so often that eventually reading letters from him was like encountering a particularly dysfunctional parrot who just squawked ‘threatening and aggressive, threatening and aggressive’ repeatedly.

I’m delighted to say that with Martin’s departure from the north Wales NHS – Martin has now been given responsibility for leading the investigation of NHS complaints on a Wales-wide basis – the Angels, or at least the Angels of Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, have identified a new source of trauma from the Empowered Service Users. That is, speaking to an Angel in an Abrupt Manner. I had an e mail from an Angel at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd yesterday who was very angry after reading one of the cases featured on this blog. It was a case that caused a major scandal and even found its way onto the main BBC and the London-based media, but as the Angel who wrote to me explained, she was on duty at the time and she could tell me that not only was the lady who’s case had been featured in the UK media Abrupt In Her Manner to Angels, but furthermore this lady had Been Aloof when she was a patient. The Angel told me that this lady could have afforded to pay for private treatment and that is what she should have done if the NHS wasn’t good enough for her.

The Angel who wrote to me doesn’t seem to have noticed that she is working for a Health Board in special measures after it hosted Tawel Fan, the worse patient abuse scandal that there has ever been in the UK. Don’t want to be left crawling around naked on a floor covered with faeces and urine while the Angels swear at you and discuss their sex lives? Well bloody well go private then; as the Angels used to snap at everyone in Denbigh ‘it’s not a holiday camp you know’. No it was a dungeon full of the victims of a trafficking gang.

Dafydd and the Top Docs own and manage virtually all the private care in north Wales, so it’ll be out of the frying pan into the fire if one does go private. You’ll pay thousands a week to be abused and neglected as opposed to getting it all free on the NHS.

 

After Sir Anthony Meyer waved a fond farewell to visiting people in asylums who should not have been there, he joined the diplomatic service. He was appointed to the British Embassy in Paris, 1951-56 and then was posted to Moscow. Sir Anthony really hated it in Moscow, the food and drink and culture wasn’t what it should have been for a man of nobility and taste. Fortunately for Sir Anthony, the British Gov’t flew him and his family home after he reported that the Ruskies has attempted to compromise him. Sir Anthony was ‘lured into a cab’ by a femme fatale and as soon as he was in there, he was joined by a KGB officer. Or that was Sir Anthony’s account at least.

Sir Anthony then worked for the Foreign Office, concerning himself mainly with softening up the British public to accepting entry to the Common Market, 1958-62. Sir Anthony was a very keen European and in 1962 he resigned from the Foreign Office and went to work – unpaid because he had a private income – for the Common Market Campaign led by Liberal peer Gladwyn Jebb.

Sir Anthony decided to enter politics, but was torn between the Liberals and the Tories. In the end he plumped for the Tories because of his admiration for Harold Macmillan. At the time Supermac was embroiled in the Profumo Affair as well as the fall-out from other scandals pivoting around spies and sex. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’.

Sir Anthony was elected as the Tory MP for Eton and Slough – home from home there then – in 1964, but lost the seat in 1966. He began looking for another seat but his extreme liberalism had made him almost untouchable in the Tory Party. Eventually a fellow old Etonian, Nigel Birch, came to Sir Anthony’s rescue and recommended that Sir Anthony should succeed him in the constituency of West Flintshire, which later became Clwyd North West. Sir Anthony was elected for West Flintshire in 1970.

In 1970, John Allen had just opened the Bryn Alyn Community and the long-standing abuse ring in north Wales was going into business big time. Published accounts tell us that Sir Anthony got to know his prospective constituency well and spent much time in the area studying every aspect of the community. He will have known about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Furthermore, Sir Anthony’s father-in-law was a barrister who knew the corrupt lawyers who were colluding with Dafydd. Sir Anthony could not have missed what was going on in West Flintshire.

 

Nigel Birch, who was the only Tory prepared to give Sir Anthony a break, is considered to have been one of the key people who put the boot into Macmillan, weakening him to such an extent that Macmillan didn’t recover and his Gov’t fell a few years later. It seems a little odd that Sir Anthony, who claimed to be a big admirer of Macmillan, would have accepted such a kind offer from the person who laid the first deathly blow on Macmillan. So someone probably told porkies somewhere.

Nigel Birch – later Lord Rhyl – had the dirt on those in high places, which preceded the dirt of Dafydd et al, although Dafydd et al built their empire on the dirt which Nigel Birch had knowledge of. Nigel Birch had served as Secretary of State for Air, 1955-57, under PMs Anthony Eden and then Macmillan and was married to Esme Glyn, the daughter of the 4th Baron Wolverton, Frederick Glyn. Glyn was a Tory peer who had served in the Tory administration of Arthur Balfour as Vice-Chamberlain of the Household, 1902-05. So Nigel Birch’s wife’s family were aristocrats who were close to the Royal Family and Birch had served in Gov’t with responsibilities regarding the MoD while Lord Louis Mountbatten was First Sea Lord… See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ for further details of the Naughtiness in High Places which swirled around Mountbatten when he was First Sea Lord.

A brief perusal of Nigel Birch’s life and career throws up many of the names with whom Trumpers was associated (see post ’95 Glorious Years’). The Trumpers who as a junior Health Minister did the dirty deed of appointing Jimmy Savile to the task force which ran Broadmoor. Edwina and Ken Clarke knew what Trumpers had done and didn’t block or undo it, but Trumpers was the culprit although she kept a very low profile when the Savile scandal erupted and let Edwina Currie take the blame (see posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’.)

 

Nigel Birch and Sir Anthony would have known another Posh Man in north Wales who was both a friend of the paedophile gang and the father of one of them – Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in the care of the social services but was allowed to continue doing this. Thomas eventually made a complaint that this boy had stolen from him after they’d spent the night together. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas did not face any action, although he had been quite upfront about why he had spent the night with the boy. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died from HIV/AIDS in 1993. Thomas and his father died just weeks apart.

Lord Kenyon was President of UCNW; Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority; a Flintshire County Councillor; a member of the North Wales Police Authority; a Director of Lloyd’s Bank; the most senior Freemason in north Wales; and had responsibility for the Flintshire Record Office, ie. access to the personal data of a great many people. Lord Kenyon held many other positions as well, many of them connected with arts/literature/museums. See previous posts, including ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

Sir Anthony became a wealthy man in the early 1960s after he received his inheritance from his mother. He became a Lloyds underwriter in 1961 and received a substantial income from that.

Sir Anthony served as the PPS to his friend Maurice Macmillan, 1970-74, who was at the time the Chief Secretary to the Treasury. In the early 1960s, Maurice Macmillan, son of Harold, held a senior position in a pig farming investment business which resulted in a lot of farmers being fleeced. The business was widely viewed as being a major scam run by crooks, one of whom was Maurice Macmillan, who used his status as the PM’s son to persuade people that it was sound.

At the Feb 1974 General Election, Sir Anthony came up with a stroke of genius. He called for a coalition led by Woy Jenkins, the bisexual swinging paedophiles’ friend who had spent much time and effort concealing not just Dafydd’s gang, but the very serious crime associated with it and the corruption in the Home Office which made it all possible. See post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

It was in 1974 that Sir Anthony resigned from the Bow Group after their magazine published an attack on Ted Heath, of whom Sir Anthony was a strong supporter.

During the Westland Affair, which began in April 1985 and continued until the early months of 1986, Sir Anthony urged Thatch to resign. Thatch didn’t, although Westland resulted in the resignation of Tarzan and then the resignation of Leon Brittan. Had the degree of dishonesty on the part of Thatch and members of the Cabinet been known at the time, Westland would have brought down Thatch’s Gov’t and at the time, Thatch et al did think that it might be curtains for them at one point. Details of the Westland Affair and the Somerset politicians who jumped on the bandwagon and knew people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me can be read in my post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve ‘.

Just to refresh everyone’s memories, here’s a quick resume. Nearly everyone involved has appeared many times on this blog with regard to their role in colluding with Dafydd and the gang.

 

The Westland Affair revolved around the fate of Westland Helicopters,  a company in Somerset, for which Janet Mitchell, whom I knew before I went to university, worked. Westland was considered a small concern by the Mr Bigs of industry, but it was a big deal in Somerset and a number of Somerset MPs, including some known to people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, had a lot resting on the future of Westland. Westland had been ailing for years and in 1985-86 Thatch’s Gov’t was involved in a major scrap regarding the rescue package which would be offered to Westland.

Initially, Heseltine, the Defence Secretary, didn’t give a stuff about the fate of Westland when it was deemed to be in need of a rescue package. However, Heseltine’s ears pricked up in Nov 1985, when the Chairman of Westland, John Cuckney, proposed that Westland merge with United Technologies Corporation, of which the US company Sikorsky was a subsidiary. Heseltine opposed this plan after realising that Westland would probably become responsible for assembling the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk, which the Ministry of Defence would then be under great pressure to buy. Heseltine preferred for Westland to go into receivership so that British companies GEC and British Aerospace could buy the viable parts of the business.

British Aerospace had a factory at Broughton in Meyer’s constituency, which was a political hot potato because of the lack of highly skilled well-paid jobs in the area. The Broughton factory is now known as Airbus.

In mid-October Heseltine had suggested that a European consortium should rescue Westland. Leon Brittan, who had replaced Tebbs as Trade and Industry Secretary in Sept 1985, at first urged Thatcher to consider a European option (Heseltine later claimed Brittan preferred this option, although Brittan denied this). The Gov’t was officially neutral (i.e. arguing that it was a matter for Westland Directors and shareholders) but by November Heseltine was lobbying hard for the European option. In late November Peter Levene, Chief of Procurement at the Ministry of Defence, had a meeting at the Ministry with his French, West German and Italian counterparts (the National Armaments Directors or NADs) and the representatives of the consortium, and agreed to “buy European” for certain classes of helicopters. If Westland went ahead with Sikorsky, its helicopters, under this new agreement, would be unable to be bought by the four Gov’ts. Thatch, who only learned of the meeting through John Cuckney, was displeased, as were Brittan and the Treasury, who thought the US option might be cheaper, although Thatch and Brittan kept to their official pretence of neutrality.

On 5 and 6 December 1985, Thatch had two ad hoc meetings with Heseltine, Brittan, Tebbit, Willie Whitelaw (Deputy PM), Geoffrey Howe, (Foreign Secretary) and Nigel Lawson (Chancellor of the Exchequer).

Brittan argued that the NADs’ opposition should be set aside, but Howe and Tebbit were not unsympathetic to Heseltine’s proposed consortium, and the decision was deferred to the Cabinet Economic Affairs Committee (E(A)) on Monday 9 December 1985. Cuckney and a Westland financial adviser were invited to attend the E(A) meeting. Cuckney said that it was the Westland’s management’s view that the Sikorsky option was the best one. A majority of the E(A) meeting agreed to dismiss the NADs’ opposition. Thatch, who complained that three hours had been spent discussing a company with a market capitalisation of only £30m, allowed Heseltine until 4 pm on Friday 13 December to submit a viable proposal for a European deal.

Heseltine did submit a proposal (with British Aerospace and GEC now part of his consortium), but Westland’s Directors rejected it and chose Sikorsky. Heseltine had expected that there would be a second meeting of E(A) to discuss his consortium, but no such meeting was called; Thatcher later claimed that the Monday meeting had agreed to leave the decision to Westland to take, but it later emerged that Ridley and Lord David Young had placed such a meeting in their diaries and had been told by No 10 that it had been cancelled. Heseltine threatened resignation for the first time.

At Cabinet on Thursday 12 December 1985, Heseltine had an angry exchange with Thatcher about the allegedly cancelled meeting (Thatcher claimed that no such meeting had ever been scheduled). Westland was not on the Cabinet agenda that day and Thatcher refused to permit a discussion on the matter, arguing that Cabinet could not do so without the necessary papers. Heseltine asked for his dissent to be minuted, and this was not done, although Cabinet Secretary Robert Armstrong (see post ‘Lord Robert Armstrong’)  claimed that this had been an error and added it himself.

On Monday 16 December Brittan told the Commons that the decision was up to Westland; on Wednesday 18 December Heseltine won the backing of the Commons Defence Committee for the European Consortium’s latest bid. On Thursday 19 December the matter was discussed at Cabinet for ten minutes: Cabinet approved leaving the decision to Westland and Heseltine was ordered to cease campaigning for the European option.

Over Christmas, Thatcher discussed with close colleagues the option of sacking Heseltine, as Brittan had urged her to do (Chief Whip John Wakeham cautioned against), but – as Thatch later admitted in her memoirs – she shrank from doing so as he was too popular and weighty a political figure. Thatcher and ministerial colleagues spent two and a half hours writing three successive drafts of a letter threatening Heseltine with the sack, but did not send it because her press adviser Bernard Ignham advised that Heseltine might use it an excuse to resign.

By now the political row was being discussed in the media. Cuckney wrote to Thatcher, at her behest, asking for reassurance that the Sikorsky deal would not damage Westland’s business prospects in Europe. Heseltine was not satisfied with Thatcher’s draft reply when he saw it and consulted Sir Patrick Mayhew (Solicitor-General) and acting Attorney General, because Sir Michael Havers, the AG, was ill) on the grounds that the Gov’t might be legally liable for any incorrect advice. Heseltine supplied extra material about the risk of losing European business, which Thatcher did not include in her reply to Cuckney. Thatcher replied to Cuckney to the effect that the British Gov’t would continue to support Westland in gaining orders in Europe.

In early January 1986, Heseltine then wrote to David Horne of Lloyds Merchant Bank, who was advising the European consortium (in reply to planted questions from Horne which had been dictated to him over the phone by one of Heseltine’s staff), giving him the advice which Thatch had declined to include in her letter to Cuckney. Contradicting Thatch’s reassurances to Cuckney, Heseltine claimed that the Sikorsky deal would be “incompatible with participation” in European helicopter projects. Heseltine’s letter was leaked to ‘The Times’. This was a blatant challenge to Thatcher’s authority as Heseltine had not consulted Downing Street, the DTI or Mayhew before writing to Horne.

Heseltine’s letter to Horne, on Thatcher’s request, was referred to the Solicitor-General, Patrick Mayhew. Mayhew sent a reply to Heseltine, noting “material inaccuracies” in Heseltine’s letter, and asking Heseltine to write to Horne again, correcting them. Mayhew’s letter of rebuke to Heseltine – marked “Confidential” – reached Heseltine at lunchtime on Monday 6 January and was immediately and selectively leaked to the Press Association by Colette Bowe, Chief Information Officer at the DTI, at Brittan’s request. There was controversy over whose orders Colette Bowe was following. The Attorney-General Michael Havers, took a stern view of leaks, especially of confidential legal advice, and threatened to resign if an official inquiry was not set up to look into it. Thatcher agreed to do this.

Cabinet met on the morning of Thursday 9 January 1986, with Thatch already having agreed her position with close colleagues at Chequers that weekend and arranged that Scottish Secretary George Younger should take over as Defence Secretary if Heseltine resigned. Westland was first on the agenda and Heseltine and Brittan were permitted to put their cases. Heseltine had won the moral high ground over the leaking saga, but Lawson recorded that he seemed obsessive at Cabinet and attracted little sympathy. Thatcher then reiterated her position, which had already been endorsed by the Cabinet, that Westland’s future was a matter for Westland to decide, and announced that as this was a time of business negotiations all answers to questions about Westland must be cleared through the Cabinet Office. Heseltine agreed.

However, in response to a question by Nicholas Ridley, Thatch then confirmed that this also applied to statements which had already been made. Heseltine argued that he should be allowed to reaffirm statements he had already made but Thatcher disagreed, arguing that Cabinet collective responsibility should be observed. Heseltine protested that there had been no collective responsibility and left. Heseltine then walked out of Downing Street and announced his resignation to the media.

Thatcher then adjourned the Cabinet for a brief break. George Younger was then offered and accepted the office of Defence Secretary, which Heseltine had just relinquished. The PM’s office then requested Malcolm Rifkind to take up Younger’s previous job, Scottish Secretary, which he accepted. Cabinet then resumed.

At 4 pm that day at the Ministry of Defence (rather than waiting to make a statement to the House of Commons when it resumed four days later) Heseltine delivered a resignation statement detailing his grievances. He blamed Thatcher’s intransigence. Tarzan may well have prepared this earlier, although his Private Secretary Richard Mottram says not. To Thatcher’s fury, Defence officials had helped him throughout the crisis and in preparing this document. Thatcher sent a letter to Heseltine, as is customary on these occasions.

On 13 January 1986, Thatch held a meeting with Whitelaw, Brittan, Younger and Wakeham to decide what should then happen. The conclusion was that Brittan, rather than Thatch, should reply to Heseltine’s statement on that day.

In his resignation statement in the Commons Heseltine accused Brittan of pressuring Sir Raymond Lygo, CEO of British Aerospace, to withdraw from the European Consortium. In response to questions in the House from Heseltine, Brittan denied that he had received a letter from Lygo, but later had to admit that he had received a letter from Sir Austin Pearce, Chairman of British Aerospace; he had not disclosed it, he claimed, because it was marked Private and Strictly Confidential. He was forced to return to the House a few hours later to apologise.

Robert Armstrong held an inquiry into the leaking of Mayhew’s letter and reported his findings to Thatch on 21 January. Armstrong concluded that Brittan had told Bowe to leak Mayhew’s letter through a telephone conversation to Roger Mogg, Brittan’s Private Secretary. Thatcher is said to have asked Brittan four times: “Leon, why didn’t you tell me.” Havers, who demanded the inquiry, later claimed: “Unless the PM is the most marvellous actress I’ve ever seen in my life she was as shocked as anybody that in fact it was on Leon Brittan’s instructions.” At the time, Brittan claimed he had misunderstood Thatcher’s wishes but later (on the television programme The Thatcher Factor on 7 April 1989) admitted that he had acted on the “express” instructions of Charles Powell and Bernard Ingham, Thatcher’s two senior advisers. On 23 January, Thatcher had to make a speech to the Commons on Armstrong’s inquiry.

Brittan was being heavily criticised because of the fall-out from the leak of the Mayhew letter and because of his lack of candour about the letter from British Aerospace. A meeting of the 1922 Committee Conservative back-benchers, demanded Brittan’s resignation. On 24 January therefore Brittan resigned.

On 27 January 1986, Labour set down an adjournment motion. Whitelaw, Howe, Wakeham, John Biffen and Douglas Hurd helped Thatcher draft her speech for this occasion. Ronald Miller, one of Thatch’s friends, was asked to help revise the speech and Thatch remarked to him that she might not be Prime Minister by six o’clock that evening if things went badly.

The Windbag was thought to have made a poor opening speech. Heseltine was frustrated at the Windbag’s failure to exploit the moment and claimed that Thatch’s statement brought “the politics of the matter to an end” and that he would support the Gov’t in the lobby.

Sikorsky then bought Westland, aided by mysterious prior purchases by mystery buyers, suspected by Cuckney and others, although without clear proof, of being an illegal concert party. 

 

Westland damaged Thatcher’s reputation and made her look anti-European for the first time. It has been suggested that Thatcher’s keenness on American control of Westland may have been linked to the Al-Yamamah arms deal, or that the US might have wanted Westland to sell Black Hawk helicopters to Saudi Arabia in circumvention of Congressional rules which prevented US arms sales to that country at the time.

Brittan’s behaviour was thought in part to have been motivated by resentment at his demotion from Home Secretary to Trade and Industry Secretary in September 1985. However, he also thought Heseltine’s mooted European consortium to be monopolistic and anti-competitive.

Apart from his clash of personalities with Thatcher, it was thought that Heseltine, concerned at having to take responsibility for Defence cuts which had been put back until 1986 and worried that Thatcher was unlikely to promote him further, was looking for an excuse to resign. Resigning would put him in good stead to be elected Party leader after, as seemed likely at the time, the Conservatives lost the next election due by summer 1988.

Heseltine retired to the back benches and spent nearly five years conducting an undeclared campaign for the party leadership. Although Thatch was re-elected in 1987, Heseltine eventually challenged Thatch in November 1990, polling well enough to hasten her resignation.

 

Now here are a few observations that you won’t find in any other accounts of the Westland affair, as well as of course, the observation that some of those involved were known to me and to people in Somerset who knew me.

All of the politicians involved as well as the civil servants, knew about Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and that Peter Morrison was part of it. They also knew about the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring. In July 2015, the Mail Online reported that in 1986, the then head of MI5 Sir Antony Duff wrote to Armstrong and told him that an MP had a ‘penchant for small boys’. Armstrong’s response was that ‘at the present stage…the risks of political embarrassment to the Government is rather greater than the security danger’. It is accepted that the MP concerned was Peter Morrison. It was Armstrong who warned Thatch about Jimmy Savile’s sexual tastes and told her that embarrassment could result if he was given a K. Thatch carried on lobbying for him to have one and he got one. It was Armstrong who, in the Spycatcher trial, coined the phrase ‘economical with the truth’.

Lord Armstrong gave years of loyal service to PMs who concealed organised abuse. He was PPS to Ted Heath, 1970-75 and Cabinet Secretary to Thatch, 1979-87.

What was Sir Peter Morrison’s own position while the huge fight was happening? He was Minister of State for Trade and Industry throughout much of it, Morrison was in that post between Sept 1985-Sept 1986.

No wonder Tarzan saw his opportunity and mayhem prevailed, with lies being told from all quarters.

There have been constant allegations that Leon Brittan was involved in organised abuse himself. He had certainly really pushed the boat out to collude with and to conceal it when he had been Home Secretary just before the Westland Affair blew up, including claiming that he could not remember being given the dossier of Westminster and other VIP child molesters by Geoffrey Dickens MP, then remembering that he had been given the dossier after all and then managing to lose it. See previous posts.

Michael Havers, during his time as Attorney General, is known to have blocked the prosecutions of Westminster and Whitehall figures whom it is now admitted were known to be abusing children. Havers was the MP for Wimbledon, so a number of the staff of St George’s Hospital Medical School who were facilitating and concealing the trafficking rings, including Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, were among Havers’s constituents. See previous posts for information about Havers and his sister, Elizabeth Butler-Sloss, who was called upon to Chair the Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal in 1988, which was a result of the activities of Dafydd’s Friends In The North and whitewashed that.

Patrick Mayhew, just a few years after the Westland Affair, when he had become Attorney General, authorised a number of prosecutions of me which were accompanied by requests that I should be imprisoned, on the basis of what Mayhew and the lawyers presenting the evidence knew was perjury. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. Before Mayhew was elected as an MP, he had worked as a barrister for the MDU and was the man responsible for ensuring that the paedophile psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser continued to practice, even after he had sexually assaulted a child. Fraser was a Top Doctor based in Belfast and was involved with children from the Kincora Boys’ Home, which was the centre of a trafficking ring, linked with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and other rings on mainland Britain. Lord Mountbatten and Anthony Blunt are two of the names which have been consistently linked with the allegations regarding Kincora. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet and Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW while Dafydd and his mates used the college to facilitate their gang.

Morris Fraser subsequently left Belfast and relocated to London, where he worked at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s and UCL.

Mayhew was eventually appointed Secretary of State for N Ireland.

John Wakeham, later Lord Wakeham, some two years after Westland became Sir Peter Morrison’s boss in the Dept of Energy.

At the time of Westland, Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary. In which role he was colluding with the serious criminality in north Wales, much  of which was aimed at my friends and I. Hurd was also the nephew of a colleague of Prof Greig-Smith, the Professor of Plant Biology at Bangor, a senior member of staff in the Dept which employed D.G.E. Wood’s wife. See post ‘Additional Security Measures’. Before becoming Home Secretary, Hurd had been N Ireland Secretary.

I notice the running theme that was Lloyds Bank as well.

Throughout the Westland Affair, Heseltine was constantly batting on behalf of British Aerospace’s interests, in any way that he could, using whatever justification. The British Aerospace which had that factory in Sir Anthony Meyers constituency; Myers gained Brownie points by ‘supporting’ British Aerospace. Sir Anthony was a very keen European, as was Tarzan. Tarzan also wanted to become PM very, very badly. For further details of Tarzan’s Struggle, see post ‘A Legend Lives’.

Sir Anthony knew that Brown, me and our friends had realised that something very serious and very criminal was happening in north Wales, because by then the security services had us all under surveillance and Sir Anthony was Of MI6. We knew that whatever was going on was related to criminal conduct on the part of Top Docs and we knew that it involved sexual misconduct and drugs, but we didn’t realise that it was a pan-European trafficking ring involving Westminster and people associated with Lilibet. We knew that it was something big however, because the Top Docs were just quite mad and very, very nasty. Even the most hopeless plod in the world would have taken one look at them and concluded that ‘they’ve got something to hide Sarge’.

By the time that the Westland Affair had begun, the Top Docs were clearly prepared to do pretty much anything to block all complaints and shut us up.

After acting as a stalking horse in Nov 1989 and thus allowing the real challenge to Thatcher’s leadership a year later, from which Tarzan hoped to benefit – Meyer supported Tarzan in the leadership campaign which John Major eventually won – Meyer’s constituency party and the tabloid press turned on him. He was deselected and stood down at the 1992 General Election. Events were spiced up when the tabloids revealed that Sir Anthony had been having an affair – which lasted approx 25 years – with a former model and blues singer, Simone Washington. His wife knew and was unconcerned. I’m of the opinion that it was a matter for Sir Anthony, his wife and Simone, but when reading about Sir Anthony, I picked up a few clues that Simone and Sir Anthony’s wife might not have been the only people with whom Sir Anthony was discussing Uganda.

Meyer arrived in north east Wales in 1970 knowing that there was a VIP paedophile/trafficking ring already in place and he knew that they had plans to expand their business in a very big way in the near future. I cannot help suspecting that Sir Anthony might have been one of those attending Dafydd’s ‘clinics’ or even calling in at Dafydd’s Prestatyn knocking shop which I described in my post ‘You Know I’m No Good…’. Whatever was going on, Sir Anthony was as desperate as the rest of north Wales, Westminster and Whitehall and the legal and medical establishment to ensure that Dafydd and the gang were not put out of action, even if people had to die to keep the show on the road. Everybody was at each others throats, a few daft old men and one daft old women thought that they had a God-given right to a job as a Prime Minister and even more daft old buggers wanted to have sex with people who didn’t want to have sex with them. Even if the objects of desire were 12 years old, a refusal was not accepted.

Everyone involved in the Westland scrap will have been aware that what was happening were sordid political deals being done in desperation because a small group of young academics and media professionals had realised that something terrible was going on in north Wales and that it was Top Doctor-related. Why couldn’t the Windbag make a better speech when Thatcher was on the ropes? Partly because he’s hopeless, but partly because his mate Tony Francis was in it up to his eye-balls and Francis et al weren’t just serving up fresh meat to horrible old Tories. There were horrible old members of other parties involved as well. Including one who wasn’t so old.

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To return to the 1987 General Election and the plan by Dafydd and the gang to get me up to north Wales from Leicester, where I was then living, days after that election and frame me for a serious crime – attempting to stab a doctor (see posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’). My documents show that Risley Remand Centre and David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission were on board with the plan, along with Dafydd, Laurie Wood, the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Tony Francis and his colleagues at Ysbyty Gwynedd. The letter to Ewart saying that I had been arrested and was in Risley Remand Centre had actually been written at the North Wales Hospital and sent to Ewart. However the plan backfired because Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, didn’t tell as many lies as he was expected to tell and Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station refused to let D.G.E. Wood into the police station – Wood had no legal right to be there anyway. Neither would Sgt Morgan take statements over the phone from Angels from Denbigh who were ringing the police station while I was sitting in front of Sgt Morgan, telling him that I had threatened them.

I returned to Leicester the next day. Brown and I subsequently asked my solicitor if we could bring charges of perjury but he said that would not be possible. No complaints of mine were being investigated by the NHS, so I persisted with trying to get answers over the phone. I told Alun Davies that it would appear that he and his colleagues were guilty of conspiracy and perjury and that Sgt Morgan had told me that ‘they are all conspiring against you up there’. Davies bellowed down the phone ‘we’ll be putting in a complaint about him’. Sgt Morgan was subsequently arrested and charged with indecently assaulting a 14 year old girl in custody, on the grounds that he had put his hand into the back pocket of her jeans when he was searching her. He was found guilty and sacked. Jeff Crowther seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty weeks before his trial.

Sgt Morgan’s colleagues were colluding with a gang who repeatedly buggered and raped children as young as nine. They beat them, they framed them for trivial as well as serious offences and they murdered some victims and witnesses.

Because so many transparent lies were told to me when I was trying to follow up my complaints in the autumn of 1987, on one occasion when yet again I was told that Dafydd ‘wasn’t available’, that no-one knew where he was or when he would be available, I told the secretary to tell Dafydd that I was due to speak to a tabloid newspaper about the mental health services in north Wales the next morning. Dafydd rang me within 20 mins and offered me a place at Liverpool Medical School if I dropped my complaint about him. I did not take up the generous offer.

On 18 Nov 1987, a fireball at King’s Cross Station killed 31 people. I was due to be passing through the station at the time of the fire. I had been delayed so I missed it. I have been told that the fire was supposed to have killed me.

 

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Lots of Eton messes:

 

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The Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, Oliver Brooke, had been imprisoned for the possession of child porn just days after I was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Denbigh by Dafydd in Dec 1986. Brooke was a key player in a big pan-European paedophile ring, of which Dafydd’s gang were a part. Ollie Brooke had his sentence cut and was released on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane just before the 1987 General Election.

 

Sir Anthony Meyer once said of his wartime service that ‘Of the dozen closest friends of my youth, ten were killed in the war – a tragic waste of life.’

Hundreds and hundreds of kids passed through the north Wales children’s homes in the 1970s, 80s and 90s and many disappeared, never to be seen again. Of all the patients that I was illegally imprisoned with in Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, I think that I am the only one who is still alive. Only about three of them were in late middle age at the time.

 

Readers might remember that the one thing that Heseltine still receives credit for is his role in the regeneration of Liverpool in the early 1980s. He channelled funding into areas like Liverpool 8. At the time Dafydd’s gang virtually ran Liverpool. Liz Stables, Dafydd’s mate who worked as the Angel at the Student Health Centre at UCNW from 1983, was formerly a teacher in Liverpool 8. Liz kept in touch with her former pupils, some of whom were sex workers and prostitutes and Liz visited Liverpool 8 on a frequent basis. Dafydd’s ‘drug clinics’ in north Wales were full of addicts from Liverpool. Dafydd’s neglectful and abusive ‘nursing homes’ also swelled with numbers of vulnerable people who had been dumped in north Wales by Liverpool City Council who considered them expensive, troublesome citizens. Dafydd made a fortune out of them and it was OK by Liverpool, because after I think it was six months, they then became the financial responsibility of the County Councils in north Wales.

There is an Angel called Mal Hendy who arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd from Liverpool back in about 1985. Mal is very pleasant himself, but he has worked in north Wales for decades now and has witnessed patients violently assaulted, illegally detained, fitted up, threatened and abducted by the gang. He knows just how serious the crime is but like all of his colleagues, Mal hasn’t said a word about any of it.

 

Regarding the constant attempts of Dafydd and the gang to fit me up for serious offences. One person who knew exactly what was going on was Sgt Tim Evans of the North Wales Police. Tim was a neighbour of Mary Wynch’s and would have known that she had been wrongfully arrested and illegally imprisoned. When the Top Doctors were constantly demanding my arrest in the late 1980s/throughout the 1990s, it was often Sgt Evans who was called upon to arrest me. Jeff Crowther, the nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd,  told me that Tim Evans had told Jeff that he thought that the situation was ‘farcical’ in that there was a hospital full of highly paid people claiming to be Experts, but they continually demanded the arrest of one ‘mischievous young woman’ whom the police could see was not dangerous and had not committed the crimes which were being attributed to her.

Tim Evans knew about the attempt to frame and imprison me in 1987. Still no-one asked any questions. In the early 1990s, Tim Evans was called upon by the Top Doctors to arrest me constantly. At one point I was told by Jeff Crowther that Tim told the Top Doctors quite frankly that I had rights as well and they could not simply demand that I be arrested when there was no evidence that I had committed any crime. In response to this Tony Francis wrote to the Chief Constable, complaining about Sgt Evans and explaining that I was very dangerous, that the Top Doctors’ complaints about me were not being taken seriously and explaining that as Top Docs they knew better than plods. The Chief Constable to whom Francis wrote was David Owen, who famously refused to co-operate with the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, 1991-93.

Tim was asked to arrest me again within days of Francis writing to the Chief Constable. When I challenged Tim, he simply said that when he was sacked I would not be able to get him his job back. I was taken off to the police station for yet another interview about a non-crime. There were no charges brought against me.

I later heard that Tim was promoted to the rank of Inspector and was one of the officers whom it was suspected didn’t co-operate with the investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales. At one point, Tim Evans went ‘undercover’ in Cheshire. Dafydd’s gang operated in north Wales and Cheshire, everyone will have known who Tim Evans was…

 

 

Another familiar name who also was thought not to have tried too hard in terms of investigating child abuse in north Wales was Jo Bott, a former WPC with the North Wales Police who later became the Child Protection Officer for Gwynedd. It was Jo Bott who was involved in the case detailed in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. Jo Bott was asked to review the case of a young baby who’s father was being unlawfully denied any access after being asked to leave the family home days after the birth of the baby. The father was deeply concerned because the 18 year old son of his former partner – her son from a previous relationship – had abused two ten year old boys. After Bott’s initial visit to the baby’s father – which was requested by the baby’s father himself – Bott made a return visit to the baby’s father and told him that his former partner had admitted that her eldest son had abused two 10 yrs olds but Jo Bott ‘wasn’t worried’ about this, because the mother of the baby had told the 10 year olds not to visit the family home again. Jo Bott told the baby’s father that there would be no case conference. There were still no arrangements made for the father to visit his baby.

Some three weeks later, two neighbours told the baby’s father that the 18 year old son of his former partner had been caught once more abusing boys whom he offered to babysit. The baby’s father contacted the GPs in Bethesda with his concerns once more. Jo Bott arrived at the baby’s father’s house and told him and his new wife that there were absolutely no concerns about the family and told his new wife to ‘leave [his former partner] alone’. She had not had any contact in any way with her husband’s former partner since the relationship broke up.

I later found out that a deal had been done between the Bethesda GPs, Jo Bott, Gwynedd Social Services and the mental health services to maintain that it was the baby’s father who was a ‘risk’ to the baby in the face of no evidence that this was so. He was never aware that this deal had been done. He never did gain access to his baby, the baby is now an adult and his father has never met him. The baby grew up in a house with a paedophile. Just before the Waterhouse Inquiry, one person who witnessed the ‘deal’ being thrashed out because he lodged in the family home at the time was killed by a lorry.

Many years ago, the father of the baby in this case had witnessed the abuse of children in the Ty Newydd children’s home in Bangor and confronted the social workers responsible. He and his then wife received a visit from the Drug Squad a few days later, who planted Class A drugs on them; his wife had also witnessed the abuse of kids in Ty Newydd. At the station this man was punched in the face by a senior officer. He was left to walk home. He had a psychotic episode, set fire to his house, was re-arrested by the police, detained in Risley Remand Centre where he heard inmates on the ‘hospital wing’ wing beaten up by the screws every night and was then unlawfully transferred to Denbigh, where he was unlawfully detained for a year. The charges against him were dropped somewhere along the way.

This man always told me that he set fire to his house. The exact details were that he was hearing the voice of God and hallucinated a massive spider. He told me that he then heard a voice saying ‘raze this house’, so he lit a gas stove, turned it on its side presuming that it would set fire to the house and went up into the mountains, where he was arrested hours later, after being told that he was now going to be charged with arson and endangering life, thus it was off to Risley…

I received a message today telling me that all these years, a myth has been spun. I have been told that it wasn’t that man who set fire to the house at all. After he threw the stove on its side and went up into the mountains, somebody else went in and set fire to the house…

Til, who used to work at S4C and lived next door to that man in Gray Street, Carneddi and really hated him: do you happen to know who it was who did set fire to that house?

 

This was the Home Secretary in post when it all kicked off in Carneddi/Bangor Police Station/Risley/North Wales Hospital:

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I have made previous references to the good PR coverage that the paedophile gang are careful to ensure that they receive when exposure threatens. North Wales has been entertained over the past two years or so to see that, while things have got really seriously grim at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, the Betsi is constantly giving itself awards or even picking up awards from other organisations which are as questionable as the Betsi is. The awards are always accompanied by a pic of Top Docs, Angels and the presence of a journo ensures that a little piece will appear in the local paper.

I saw an article in the local press in north Wales concerning some Award Winners just after I had finished my PhD. Dafydd’s gang were getting very stressed indeed at the time, after their failure to stitch me up for a serious crime. They had told everyone that I’d be getting at least five years in prison before the trial had even started. Then Brown and me started appearing in the broadsheets and then we made it clear that one day we would be publishing about matters north Wales.

So imagine my surprise when in the midst of the Paedophiles’ Panic, I saw a few faces that I recognised staring out at me from the newspaper, Award Winners all. They were people whom I had known well through my years of battle with Dafydd et al. The person receiving a Extra Special Lifetime Achievement Award was Mike Williams, who was the charge nurse on Bryn Golau Ward when I was illegally held there by Dafydd, along with all the other witnesses/victims to the wrongdoing of the gang. Mike Williams witnessed Dafydd turning up after midnight to ‘visit’ me. Mike Williams knew that I had been detained illegally. Mike Williams was there when orders came from Dafydd that I was suddenly to be driven to the nearest railway station, put on a train to London, told to ‘shut my mouth about DA’ and that if I ever came back to north Wales I’d be arrested. Mike Williams was also there when he was asked if I should be put in the dungeon. That was when he started being nice to me. I’d Heard and he knew it.

Mike was nice to me for the rest of my time in Denbigh. I was told by another Angel years ago that Mike Williams was the only Angel there who wasn’t afraid of Dafydd. So I always wondered how he’d managed to keep his job at Denbigh. When I saw Mike receiving his award in the paper, I wrote to him and told him that I remembered him. I didn’t hear back, but I thought well it is a very long time ago and he’s 70 now.

The other Award Winners were an Angel called Ella Fisk, whom I had known for years at the Hergest Unit and a nursing assistant called Rosina Peglar from the Hergest, whom I also knew. The person dispensing the Awards was also known to me, a forensic Angel called Jackie Ehlen. Since then I have read my medical records in detail – the NHS was still unlawfully witholding them when those Awards were dispensed. It is clear from my records that everybody who won an Award on that occasion as well as Jackie, who handed out the Awards, was party to the most serious wrongdoing regarding my own case. They had all lied, or gained knowledge of perjury with the intent to frame me for offences of which they knew that I was not guilty. All of them knew that I’d been assaulted and that Dafydd had behaved highly improperly towards me and others. So the whole crew were flagged up as Award Winners before Brown and me published anything else and before my lawyers got hold of those records.

As for Mike Williams, it has been made clear to me recently that he was actually the worst of Dafydd’s henchmen, but he knew that I had a brain and that Brown and I were exchanging letters daily…

Hard luck Mike, I never ever forgot the suggestion that you should put me in that dungeon. So where are the bodies buried?

Mike has been well-rewarded for his help in running a paedophile gang who murdered witnesses. Mike has a yacht and once he officially retired he had a great time going off on the high seas.

Jackie Ehlen: About time that you told the truth about the death of Dorothy Griffiths isn’t it? Found dead on the ward after her parents refused to let her go to Denbigh? All those lies that you, Dr Sadie Francis and Dr Colin Flood told at the inquest, none of your stories were consistent and because you all swore blind that you were telling the truth and stuck to your stories, no-one knew who was telling porkies. Although it might have been all three of you, because the lab results said something different again…

Ella and Rosina: you worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd for years, you watched patients being abused, you watched staff lie to get themselves out of trouble and you were told by patients repeatedly of abuse and neglect. You also knew about that trafficking gang…

 

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I really do think that the Top Doctors et al don’t quite understand the enormity of that with which they have been involved.

 

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Author: Sally Baker

I am a writer and a sociologist, originally from Somerset, but I’ve been based in Wales for most of my life. I had my first encounter with a mental health professional in 1984 at the age of 21. My GP described this man to my then partner – who also became a sociologist – as someone who had experienced ‘considerable success’. My meeting with this psychiatrist was a disaster and we attempted to complain about his insensitivity and highly inappropriate behaviour. That was the first time we were threatened and pressurised to withdraw a complaint against a mental health professional. This man is long dead – he was a retired psychiatrist from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, T. Gwynne Williams, who was working shifts in the student health centre at University College of North Wales (now Bangor University). We discovered years later that this ‘successful man’ was notorious – he had been an enthusiastic lobotomist…

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  1. Welsh Assembly News:

    Mark Drakeford’s son has just been convicted of rape. Drakeford is the favourite to become the next FM and has just received backing from yet more of his colleagues.

    Simon Thomas, who was until recently AM for mid and west Wales, has been charged with three counts of making indecent images of children.

    I don’t suppose we should be that surprised when we have a Senedd full of former social workers and Councillors who facilitated paedophile gangs.

    So what’s on the agenda today then Senedd? Discussing the Welfare of Future Generations Act? Or Wimmin’s Rights? Trans toilets in schools?

    As they always said in Bethesda – Jesus Christ.

    1. Theresa has announced that there is nothing to be ashamed of if one lives in a council house. It was of course Thatch’s flagship policy which robustly promoted the idea that council houses were for ne’er do wells. Can I ask Theresa to now give as much support as she can to buses? Since Thatch famously declared that anyone over 30 yrs old who travels on a bus is a ‘failure’ no less, buses have become a threatened species, even in Wales where buses were still deemed to be an OK form of transport. I had a great time listening to a Radio 4 debate the other day in which it was claimed that a group of ‘innovators’ had been drawn together to brainstorm the biggest problems of our time. Every single problem discussed could have been solved with a good bus service. Not one person mentioned such a notion.

      Sadiq Khan is trying to reduce the murder rate in London by redefining murder as a public health problem and asking the Top Docs to help. That’s the Sadiq who appeared on this blog a few days ago when I noted that Sadiq grew up on the doorstep of St Georges Hospital and was the MP for Tooting but never managed to mention the scandals there which resulted from the Top Docs colluding with organised crime. The Sadiq who as a lawyer did take on a high profile case of a psych patient who was killed by Angels and another case of racial discrimination within the NHS but left all that behind him when he began his political career…

      Nice bit of camouflage there Sadiq! You might have been the son of a bus driver who grew up in a council flat but you knew that kids who lived alongside you were being targeted by the trafficking gang which operated on your doorstep and was facilitated by the Top Docs and Wandsworth Social Services…

      Sadiq was one of the Radical Lawyers who was networked into that group of London Radicals who knew about Dafydd’s gang in north Wales which was linked to the gang at St George’s/Wandsworth…

      I’m delighted to tell readers that Welsh NHS workers have received a pay rise of 6%, as the service collapses, patients die and complaints remain uninvestigated. Vaughan Gething waxed lyrical about the NHS staff providing world class care. That’ll be the world class care which has left Wales with clinical outcomes worse than most of the rest of Europe, even the former Eastern Bloc countries and a number of Health Boards in special measures, after scandal after scandal after scandal.

      Today’s Daily Post reports another baby death at a north Wales hospital which should not have happened. And a man with mental health problems jailed after wading into the sea at Pwhelli while bent on self-destruction.

      The Royal College of Midwives have called Vaughan’s pay settlement a ‘very generous one’. Glad that they appreciate it, but I’m sure that they’ll soon be back for more. Meanwhile the cleaners, porters etc will still be claiming top-up benefits in order to get by and I bet the healthcare assistants will still be on beans as well.

      So where is Vaughan going to get the dosh to pay for his proposed National Social Care Service, now he’s given yet more to the Top Doctors and Angels?

      Arfon Jones, the Police and Crime Commissioner for North Wales, has spoken publicly about the 28 criminal gangs currently operating in the region, who use kids for drug dealing and sex work. Arfon was a policeman with the North Wales Police for decades and as a constable, chauffeured Gordon Anglesea to the venues where Anglesea abused kids in care. Arfon tells us that there are going to be some ‘multi-agency days’ soon to get people together to fight crime. Obviously, Dafydd and CAIS will be invited, as the biggest ‘substance abuse’ charity in Wales…

      Arfon – Empowered Service Users used to quip that CAIS stood for Come And Inject Some, so notorious was Dafydd…

      The NHS has announced that pregnant women’s weight will be monitored again because some are too fat yet others are too thin. Jesus Christ. This sort of monitoring was abandoned years ago because it was demonstrated that there was no clinical benefit. Obstetric textbooks used to admit that the only reason for it was to get pregnant women used to taking orders from staff and being on the receiving end of interventions’. Read those textbooks from the 1980s if you doubt me. There was absolutely no healthcare benefit for doing it. The father of the baby would be invited along as well to help him ‘take responsibility’ for fatherhood.

      I knew a couple in north Wales who religiously attended every weigh in when the female partner was pregnant. The midwife used to chat away to the father and say how pleased she was that he was involved and he freely told her that he was 40 and had wanted a child since he was in his 20s…

      Who were this couple? It was the folk referred to in my post above and in previous posts – the dad who was thrown out of the family home days after the baby was born, denied access to the baby, recorded as being a ‘risk’ to the baby without his knowledge, while his baby was left to grow up in a family with two sex offenders in it. The man who had previously found out about the abuse of kids in the children’s homes in Bangor and had dared challenge the social workers. The Child Protection Officer who cooked up the false allegations re his risk to the baby was one Jo Bott. She had been one of the police officers who had ignored the abuse of kids in the children’s homes…

      Which will be why Jo Bott was given that job.

      Would the midwives of Holyhead like to fess up? Because they got to know the father of the foetus very very well and they knew how excited he was about that baby and that there was no hint of any ‘risks’.

      Fess up Bott and gang. Before I remember the names of the midwives and the GP. Because you trapped that man didn’t you? He was a witness to serious crime and the investigation into the children’s homes had begun and you set him up and trapped him.

      Oh – from what he told me, I think that he probably witnessed a murder in Risley as well.

      Just fess up, all of you.

      Jeff Crowther told me that Jo Bott was ‘a very nice lady’. Jo Bott facilitated a fucking paedophile gang who murdered witnesses.

      Dec 1992. A baby called Luke. Born in Ysbyty Gwynedd. His dad was a witness to police corruption, to Dafydd, to drug dealing, to deaths in the rock world back in the 60s, to David Hockney, his dad was a witness to a mountain of shit…

      Go on, fess up, all of you. I haven’t blogged half of what I know yet.

      1. Of course Bethesda surgery knew the full details as well, because the family were still living in Bethesda in the early months of the pregnancy.

        The person who encouraged the witness to serious organised crime into the honey-trap was a woman called Olga who’d been around Bethesda for years. The last I heard, Olga was still in Bethesda.

        A woman called Mary Vernon, Olga’s mate, was involved as well. A plan to fleece a witness of his money, his property, use him as a sperm donor and then have the gang fit him up in the wake of his distress at being chucked out of the family and denied contact with his child.

        For God’s sake Olga, they murdered Martin because Martin was living at Ceri/Mandy’s house and witnessed the plot.

        Lovely baby Jo Bott! Lovely, lovely baby! You certainly enjoyed telling him that as you then told him that no, he would never be allowed near that lovely, lovely, lovely baby. I understand that Slob Ingham was involved in the plot. I heard a lot about what Slob had previously done in Slob’s capacity as his key worker…

        Bott, that baby’s mum couldn’t even use a fucking microwave, she was illiterate, she was clueless as a mother and you knew it. F being a risk to the baby??? Oh don’t make me laugh. Before she ever met F, she had three children – one when she was still at school – who all had problems because she had no idea how to look after them. Furthermore Ella Fisk of the Hergest Unit admitted to me that ‘Ceri is not an adult, she is a child and Luke is a toy.’

        Exactly. Spot on. So the gang ensured that the one parent who didn’t see children as toys had no access to the child at all.

        Who was the detective who came up from London and made that visit to him when he was in Risley then? After he heard the screaming at night – er another ‘suicide by hanging’ was it? 1986. When the Risley ‘hospital’ was choc full of kids from the children’s homes.

        1986. The year that Ollie Brooke was jailed. The year before the gang at Leicester got worried about me and Brown living on their patch because Greville and Frank Beck were under suspicion…

        How many more north Wales witnesses were destroyed in 1986?

        The detective who went into Risley to see F was seeking info about something big in London… OLLIE!!!!

        How can any of you ever live with yourselves?

  2. Do any readers have any info about why the new St George’s Hospital Medical School was sited in Tooting per se after it relocated from Hyde Park Corner? It was planned under Wilson’s Gov’t under the ‘democratisation of learning/medicine’ banner, but why would a hospital sited in Knightsbridge full of the most elitist, socially snobbish people imaginable ever think of putting themselves in TOOTING?? The old guard really resented it. I am wondering whether it was something to do with the trafficking gang that already existed at Wandsworth just down the road – St George’s was crawling with Top Docs facilitating celebrity sex offenders and other criminals, is that why Wandsworth was though to be a good place to be near? The whole bloody lot of them could just link up then.

    The relocation was completed in the 1980s, just as business boomed for people traffickers.

  3. The institution in the Middle East where the Parry-Jones’s, my landlords in Hen Llandegfan – who I’ve been told were got at by Dafydd’s gang – worked was the University of Petroleum and Minerals (now listed as the King Fahd University) in UAE. The Parry-Jones’s were, I was told, very seriously rich by the time that I was doing my PhD, I met someone who knew them and they told me that they had long gone from north Wales, they were in Florida and were hobnobbing with the jet set. I presumed that the dosh had been acquired through working in the Middle East and property developing. Now I’m wondering if their spectacularly good fortune might have had a little boost from the Top Docs…

    Dr Gwilym Parry-Jones grew up on Anglesey but I don’t know what his parents did for a living. His wife Jean was Jean Lang, from Yorkshire. Her mum and dad were a lovely kind-hearted old couple who lived next door to us, the Langs. They were retired farmers from Yorkshire.

    1. Coming soon Jo Bott and gang – the story behind another Bethesda GPs/Ysbyty Gwynedd-inspired death! He was another witness to the crimes of Dafydd and the gore at Risley Remand Centre.

      Anyone remember Simon Roberts, the Coleg Menai student from Bethesda, who died from meningitis at Ysbyty Gwynedd, must have been in the late 1990s? There was no way that Simon was going to survive after the length of time that Drs Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson told his mum and dad that there was nothing to worry about…

      Now don’t call out the GP and go wasting his valuable time will you my dear?…But my son is very very ill. Ooh no, just a bit of flu…. I want a second opinion… Well I have to agree with Dr Nickson. Give him two paracetamol…. Simon says he can’t see anything any more, he’s gone blind… Simon is dying… Oh shit Simon is dead.

      Simon was never a young man in trouble was he Jo? But he was very close to another young man who was always in a great deal of trouble indeed… And I know some of what happened to that young man…

      Been burgled recently have you Judge Huw Daniel? Funny how some who burgled your house never ended up in court wasn’t it? Even when they fessed up down the police station… Full confession. Went to Huw Daniel’s house equipped for burglary and did indeed burgle and nicked a few interesting things. A camera included…

      1. As the Monty Python sketch suggested, ‘photographs ay? photographs?? say no more, know what I mean?? nudge nudge wink wink.

        I didn’t see any photographs but I heard full details of what happened in that interview with the police. The person who told me was crying with laughter, they could not believe what was happening at that police station.

        No wonder a Referral to Dafydd followed!

        ‘Now McDuff’s coming down to see you Dafydd. And when he arrives, I want you to answer the door, in your baby doll nightie, with nae panties…’

        1. ‘Can you tell Dr Jones that my wife has left her tassles behind and she wants them back please?’

          FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF YOU NUTTER, WE’LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED…HE KNOWS REALLY FAMOUS PEOPLE…

          So who were the really famous people then Dafydd???

  4. Huw Daniel knows the identity of the Caernarfon solicitor who was enjoying the company of teenaged boys. Furthermore, the young man who was telling people about that solicitor received particularly harsh treatment from a north Wales judge. One Huw Daniel.

    The Probation Service knows the identity of that solicitor as well. Because I witnessed the young man who so angered Huw Daniel shouting at a probation service employee that what was going on was absolutely disgusting and he wanted to know why that solicitor hadn’t been prosecuted. Particularly as the police had caught him with his trousers down, so to speak.

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